She once again raised her arms above her head, skipping and dancing in the rain. She stepped again to the edge to look down, almost hoping some one wo...uld see her.The patio furniture near the french doors to the kitchen caught her eye. So many times she'd sat there, having her morning tea, or a coffee, some times dressed, many times not, and a familiar tingle between her legs caught her attention. She danced her way to the chair, smiling as her mind raced with possibilities.She pulled the chair. I charged my mobile and put it on recording mode. I placed it on that window to record whatever will be happening in that room. That man went away at 01 PM, and I took back my mobile. I was so eager to find out what has happened in that room. All my other plans depend on that.I opened the recording and played that. In the beginning, that man was shouting at bhabhi and looked like he was threatening her. He then forced her for sex. Bhabhi didn’t look ready or comfortable with him, but he fucked. “Anyway, we got a table, then we ate and drank a little, and then I came home," she said rather abruptly. It was pretty obvious that she was leaving things out. “You were at the same place the whole night?” I asked. “Yes, we were, we had a good table. We got to see the show, and after that, the stage was turned in to a dance floor, and we had a great view of that as well," she said. “Did he kiss you?" I finally asked. She was silent now. That was my answer.“Yes, we kissed. This is the part that. He didn't know of any, so I quizzed him." Quizzed him?" JJ asked, confused.Often, when someone is ready for battle, and it doesn't materialize, they lose their footing when they swing. The same thing applies to mental battles. JJ had come out swinging, and the lack of resistance threw her mind into a tail spin."Sure," Caleb said, and his smile was so big, it could be heard through the phone. "After he admitted that you didn't have a record, and wouldn't do anything that would damage my.